Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag to never be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of

It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year
No one's trying to hear some old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

Figure you can diss me to start your career
I you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
Like I'ma say they names so can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
And the days of house of pain are
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these fans the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, it
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with MC's
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim
Call the to heal your heart
They shocked you back to at the clinic
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

Little Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle getting' killed with his chest open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never a dime

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby day?
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the week
I hit 'em up!

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you bitches get your throats cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut shit off

him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I just believe in a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo